A hard slash of leather
\npurse over her shoulder
\ntongue traces her teeth
\nglimpsed in the mirror
\nshe turns and heads into
\nthe steamy dark dance hall<\/p>\n
He is laughing in a crowd
\nof buddies at the bar
\nsees her approaching
\ntakes a quick sip
\nwipes his lips shrugs
\nhis shoulders into his jacket
\nwalks over to her.<\/p>\n
His right hand slides around
\nher waist, his left grips her
\nshoulder and he whispers
\nin her ear: “Let’s go.”
\n“Not yet,” she says, licking
\nhis ear. “I want to dance.”<\/p>\n
Their bodies close, tight
\nthey dance a slow tango,
\nurging their opposite
\nagendas: he pulling
\nstepping out, she pulling
\nclinging close, breathing
\nwarm on his neck.<\/p>\n
She feels him relax, knows
\nshe has him, smiles. Looks over
\nhis shoulder at Lenny, the other
\nguy, near the pillar. “I want to go,”
\nhe whispers into her ear.
\n“not yet, Sonny,” she pleads,
\nhugging him closer. “Soon.”
\n“Yeah, soon,” he says.
\n“End of this cha-cha.”
\n“It’s a slow tango,” she says.
\n“Who cares?” he says. “Let’s go.”<\/p>\n
The music ends. He leaves.
\nShe hitches her purse
\nand walks over to Lenny.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A hard slash of leather purse over her shoulder tongue traces her teeth glimpsed in the mirror she turns and heads into the steamy dark dance hall He is laughing in a crowd of buddies at the bar sees her … Continue reading